As Daryl awoke he heard the same song playing that had played above him every day since he had entered this prison cell. He had been stripped of all his clothes and every day he struggled to keep his dignity. He survived his father this wouldn't ruin him.
Like every day, the door opened and a piece of bread was thrown on the floor. Once the door closed he grabbed it, shoving it in his mouth. He was starving every day all they fed him was a piece of bread.
Hungry and tired and he sat naked on the disgusting floor he hadn't been given a break from. He felt useless. Each hour and every minute in it he thought of Glenn and Matthew. And every couple hours Abraham. His nights were filled with Sam's scream of terror. And sometimes if it were her who died.
He would wake up and cry at those nightmares. He didn't know if she was okay, if the others were alive.
The song never stopped playing it was torture.
The door opened and clothes were thrown in. Dwight stood there watching him change. While the door was opened he heard something faintly.
"We're on easy street, and it feels so sweet." He tried to find how he knew the voice but it was still very muffled. Dwight grabbed his arm dragging him out; and past another cell.
"Cause the world is but a treat when you're on easy street!" He stopped, starting at the door. "Sam," he whispered to himself. Dwight tried to drag him away but he struggled. "No, let me, ugh." He continued to try and get closer to her cell. His heart pounding tears in his eyes.
"SAM!" Daryl yelled and the singing stopped before continuing but louder. Another one of Negans men helped drag Daryl out.
Sam looked at the cell door. "Not again, you can't trick me."
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FanfictionSamantha lost Daryl, then she found Daryl. It was a little too late. Samantha found Matthew, then she lost Matthew. Samantha found Negan, and she wished she could send him to hell. After the man she loved was taken by Negan. She did what she had...
